I'm back! It's so much quicker than I expected, so I think I deserve a cookie. *Gives self a cookie* Awesomeness… Again, I'm writing this from the top of my head and I don't really have a set plot line, but I'm trying my best. Any comments or advice, please contact me! Thanks! Meet ya at the bottom! :D The second quote is mine, too… Just putting that out there... :)
Thanks to: Twilight Phantom Dragon, xxPR1NC3S5xx, and PhantomMouse1115 for reviewing to chapter 1! Cookies for you all! :D
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM DANNY PHANTOM, BUT THE PLOT IS OF MY OWN CREATION. I ALSO DO NOT OWN THE MAGICIAN DESCRIPTION OR THE QUOTE/SLOGAN THING FOR HIM. THAT BELONGS TO SYDNEY SHELDON.
There's a prize to whoever guesses who and what I got the magician's description from!
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"Okay, this is really starting to bother me," Danny walked up to me with another piece of paper he caught, a scowl spoiling his normally giddy attitude. It was around 7 o'clock and we were on our way home from the popular hang-out spot for all the teens from our school, the Nasty Burger. It was such a nice night and we didn't want to waste it all indoors, especially since Tucker couldn't be with us and he would have made fun of us if we wanted to walk around when the sun was setting. He's such a dork…
"Let me guess. Either it's a photo of you doing something embarrassing as Phantom or it's that stupid magician again," I snatched the paper from his hand and gazed at the picture. There was a middle-age man in a red, worn-out, old style suit. He had black, polished shoes and a plain black top hat. His badly-cut ginger hair was poking out of the sides of the hat, looking for a way to escape its prison. A smile might have made a nice touch… if it weren't for the long scar running down the left side of his pale face. The man posed with his back straight and his arms wide open, staring straight ahead at whoever would be holding the poster. Behind him was all black with thick, dark purple swirls painted in random spots. The writing above him in bright yellow, fancy cursive said:
The Unmasked Magician
Coming to Amity Park
"There is magic, but you have to be the magician. You have to make the magic happen."
"Just because you see it, doesn't mean you should believe it…"
"Yeah, it's this guy again. I don't get why people are so obsessed with him," Danny walked around and peered over my shoulder at the creepy man on the poster. I could feel his breath on my neck, but it was almost like… snarling? Is that the word? Kind of… It was far from relaxed, that's for sure.
"Danny, you need to calm down," I turned around gently and slung my arm over his shoulder. "This guy isn't everywh-" Spoke too soon. Some idiot standing on the roof of the building behind us flung a ton of those flyers over the banister, making them flutter in every direction with the light breeze of late spring. I sighed, looking down. "Poor trees…"
Danny snickered. "Hey, I'm the one with the problem. The trees can hang in there a little longer in your fight to save every last one of them from deforestation, right Sam?" He gave that half smile that I always gush over on the inside, but this time he added a smirk, making it all the more gushier… Gushier is actually a word. I'm just putting that out there.
The 'problem' of which the noble one speaks of is the magician, if you didn't figure that out already, reader. This guy has seriously been popping up everywhere we go, whether it's school, the Nasty Burger, or even our homes! He's such a creeper. No one's ever heard of him before, but that doesn't mean everyone isn't going to be obsessed over him. Forget about ghosts! Forget about Danny Phantom! Magic's all the rage now in Amity Park! Kiss ups…
"The trees have been waiting long enough, Danny," I chided him jokingly, returning from my mini mind rant. He shook his head, obviously used to me and my eco-friendly ways. I glanced at him sideways, noticing that he had chilled a little since the first flyer. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, trying to avoid my arm that was still chillin' around his. In his other hand, the Unmasked Magician gazed seriously at… whatever he was looking at when the picture was done. Danny frowned a little at the paper and then let it slip from his hand just as a gust of wind came along, whisking it along with several other copies of the flyer. Danny and I stared at each other and burst out laughing, thinking that that was the most cliché, movie-like thing that ever happened.
We began walking back to my place, since Danny has to be Mr. Macho Man and make sure the Damsel in Distress gets home safe and sound. I'm not complaining, though. It gives me more time with him and his Danny-ness. Eventually he slipped his arm off of my shoulder, much to my displeasure, and then quickly made up for it by slipping his hand into mine.
Time out for a second. Danny and I are not going out. No matter how much I want to go out with him, I highly doubt that could be a possibility for us. It would be too awkward if he turned me down. Besides, he's the guy and I'm the girl. I'm not sexist or anything, but I think it's ten times better if the guy makes the first move. Time in.
The walk home was quicker than I had hoped for. It would have lasted longer if Tucker were here. He always slows us down somehow. Careful to make sure no one would see him, Danny turned into his alter ego, Danny Phantom, with a bright flash of light. Those neon green eyes were so magical, no pun intended, that I couldn't keep myself from looking into them with deep intensity. Danny gazed at me for a moment with the same fire in his eyes, but after a minute, he shook his head and smiled a little.
"We should, um, g-go up to your room."
Blinking twice, I stared at him incredulously. This, in turn, caused him to blush at his slip-up.
"I mean before anyone sees you standing here with a ghost and before your parents freak out and call my parents and they freak out and before they send a SWAT team out to find you and-"
"DANNY!" His blush got even brighter and I couldn't help but glare and crack a smile. How I managed to do that at the same time, I shall never know. It was a really awkward scenario, but his face… Oh my God, his face… Priceless.
"I-I-I'm so sorry, Sam!" the poor boy's eyes got ridiculously wide as he backed up from me, his hands held in front of him as some sort of barrier-thing. I looked away, smothering my mouth with a hand as I began snorting and giggling like a moron. A few of my foot stamps and tears later, Danny was just as confused as ever, one eye brow rising higher than the other. Remembering that he was a ghost and he shouldn't be seen with a human girl, I mustered up as much seriousness as I could.
"Don't apologize, Danny. That didn't make my day. That pretty much made my life," I suppressed another giggle by pressing my lips together, shaking from the hilariousness of the situation pushing its way out of my body. Danny gave a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of his neck with a small, forced chuckle.
"I suppose I should drop you off in your room without any dirty references slipping out now, huh?" Danny quickly regained his composure and gave a corny smile, making me go gushy inside again.
Knowing I wouldn't be able to answer with my voice, since it would most like crack and I would stutter from the confidence oozing off of him and knowing that he knew what the 'dirty reference' could have possibly been, I just nodded, blushing and smiling shyly.
He picked me up in that cliché bridal style thing, which is very manly and heroic of him and all, but I got kind of… nervous? Freaked out? Whatever it was, it was kind of nice at the same time. I guess I've just gotten used to him and his ways.
Making sure that I was secure in his grasp, he jumped off the ground and zoomed up to the third storey of my house, stopping right in front of the huge window which was, as always, covered with crimson red curtains to block out the sun. Not pausing, Danny turned us both intangible and phased through the wall, descending lightly on the matching red carpet. He set me down with a little more gentleness than necessary, but I didn't say anything about it. The poor boy was probably close to having a heart attack or something after that little incident…
"Well… Here we are," Danny offered as small talk after a few seconds of awkward silence.
"Yep…"
Well, what was I gonna say to something like that? Smooth, Danny. Reeeaaaaaal smooth…
"Um… I guess I'll let you get to… whatever it is that you need to," Danny coughed and rubbed the back of his neck. He slowly began backing up toward the window, avoiding eye contact.
"Oh, you don't have to go," I said urgently. He raised a questioning eyebrow at me and my sudden, insistent outburst. "I mean, if you wanna stay, you're more than welcome-"
"SAMMY-KINS, WE'RE HOME!" a shrill, female voice screeched from downstairs. Only one person in the entire town – the entire world – could have that annoying of a voice…
Mom.
"I think that's my cue to leave, Sam," Danny did that little half-smile and winked at me. He walked up to me and gave me a hug, then…
A small peck on the cheek…
Haha, if you really thought that would happen, you're insane, fine reader…
Nah, all he did was hug me… I kind of wished he would kiss me…
Back to reality. After giving me a quick hug and a small wave, he turned invisible and just like that, he was gone.
Trying to get my thoughts and feelings back on track and under control, a certain privacy-hater burst through the door with the most disgusting, flower-clad, pastel-pink dress with frills that I had EVER seen…
Well, not that that isn't disgusting to begin with…
And with that, I leave you to guess how I got that urchin out of my room.
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Tada! Sorry that this wasn't up sooner. I thought I would have time during spring break to get this up, but it was too short and there wasn't enough fluff. I know they seem a little out of character and Sam is probably WAY too sarcastic, but it's kind of hard writing from her POV. I'm going to try to update sooner than this next time, but with band coming to an end and school wrapping up in a little over a month, I don't know when I'll get anything done with this story. And, again, I'm writing this as I go along. No pre-planning. Heck, I don't even have an ending to this story yet! I'll get one sooner or later, so you don't need to worry. ;) And I'm thinking about starting another story for Marching Band for a miscellaneous topic based on my experiences with a certain guy, but I'm gonna work more on this story before I go for that.
Sorry for the rant, but I hope you enjoyed the chapter! And again, don't forget to guess who I got the description of the magician from!!! :D Review, please and thank you!